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from After Swann



4



since we had begun


what sorrow complain


no one else was in the room



kindly


the pleasure of feeling


stiff and dazzling



but without noise


she


went upstairs



late to fetch


nothing wonderful


but wretched little twigs



any calamity


is not so precious


sell it to us



the earliest happenings of the day


mysterious


formidable



and faint


a pennyworth of salt


a likely story 




6


I know a window

a violet bell

I have long lost


the farther, descending

resemblance

astray


will seek my way again

fantastic indifference

the necessary thing


open sky, like this

a mantle

yawning


at the very end of day

the first to come

its slender, allegorical body


suggesting at once

as into a stereoscope

-taste of the pleasure which it offered me



7


an awkward time

red carnations

laughter


and the sound of shutting doors

the same plate

was always there


a pink silk

and not

obliged to speak


telling me

tracing a line

for this


the pearly necklace

so simple

and recognizable form


the hidden truth of a scandal

transferrable dreams

so in the same way


gratitude

seized and raised

the word a kind of


question

a perfect

‘blue’ in the morning